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I screamed out of fear as his blood stained my clothes.

Chris pointed the small handgun, similar to Evan's at us. I pushed Evan's dead body away from me, violently shaking and my heart beating faster than ever before.

"You- you killed him!"

"I know. And he was going to rape you, but as I don't need him anymore, I don't want to watch that shit." Chris spoke with a smooth voice and came to me.

"He would've infected you and killed you anyways, but that wouldn't be fun now would it?" He chuckled.

"I-I don't know.." I whispered, staring at the gun that was pointed at my forehead. I felt cold sweat beginning to form, and the evil coldness crept all over my entire body, as it became ready for intense pain.

"I want to kill you myself." He smiled.

I gulped, completely soaked from my own sweat. "And why d-do you want to kill me?"

"Why?" He said in disbelief. "Why? Let me tell you why."

He kneeled in front of me, his face only a few inches away from me.

"You took him away from me. Because of you, he forgot me. For an entire year he didn't even talk to me. You know why? Because he was too busy fucking you." He growled.

"Killing me won't solve anything.. You've already lost him." I whispered.

"SHUT UP!" He yelled and got up to kick my face.

I yelped in pain, but as his finger moved closer to the trigger I calmed down.

"Please... Killing me won't solve anything." I forced myself to be calm. "If you kill me, Jackson will hate you forever."

"Pfft, like I care. He'll hate me anyways after this, it doesn't matter if I kill you or not." He laughed.

His finger switched back to the trigger, and I closed my eyes, getting ready to die.

There was no point trying to escape. I wouldn't get far.

I relaxed my tense muscles and felt a tear roll down my cheek.

I never got to marry Jackson. I never got to be a dad, and I never got to see my child grow and have their own family.
I never got to tell my friends how much I actually loved them.

"It's okay Chris." I whispered. "I forgive you."

He pulled the trigger, and I heard a loud gunshot for one last time.

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